Free Web NovelChapter 105: A Messenger From The Crimson Fox Tribe
It was mid-afternoon when Hana finally blinked her eyes open, her vision automatically filling with the crisp, cool neon text of her Day 09 interface she had ignored when it woke her up early.
> [Daily Login: Day 9]
> Maternal Status: 100% Core Energy Restored.
> Fetal Development: Day 09 / Structural Mass Increasing Rapidly. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
> Current Balance: -842,880 Points.
She had been so exhausted that she slept way past her wake up time. Even the system chiming could not do a thing about it.
She sat up slowly, her dark eyes instantly cold and functional once more.
The jagged gray scar on her right side was perfectly crusted over, completely painless now.
She slid off the mattress, unceremoniously strapping her fresh black tactical uniform over her torso, her fingers tightening the leather buckles of her harness with a practiced, unfeeling precision.
She walked out to the mouth of the den, stepping into the blazing mid-afternoon sun.
Down on the flats, the fruits of her ruthlessness were finally standing on a solid foundation.
The heavy-duty drones and robot builders were whirring in a high-pitched, synchronized rhythm, the massive reinforced walls of the New Eden Health Sector already towering over the stone excavation trenches.
The miserable Fox Tribe slaves were still at work, their hands raw as they sorted the remaining rocks under the watchful axes of the loyal boar beastmen.
Raiden stood to her left, quickly dragging a sleek mechanical chair into the palm-frond shade.
"Sit, love. The sun is entirely too fierce," he murmured smoothly, all his playful arrogance carefully masked beneath an anxious, attentive posture.
Hana sat down, her posture rigid as she pulled up her tablet to code the final drone parameters. High on the granite peaks, Kulu’s crimson spear caught the light as he scouted the ridges, while Caspian stood at the edge of the trench, dealing pure destruction to the larger boulders with his bare fists.
Everything was running perfectly according to her layout.
But before she could allocate the next labor shift to the boars, another obstruction appeared. A sharp, metallic alarm blared from the drones.
Down on the flats, the Fox Tribe slaves suddenly let out a collective, terrified shriek, dropping flat onto their faces in the dirt.
The air at the southern border violently split open.
A single figure stepped through the dense thickets, moving with a terrifyingly slow, aristocratic stride that completely ignored the New Eden defense grid. It seemed like a messenger and they weren’t wearing the crude, stitched furs of the local tribes.
It was a male and he wore a high-collared, flowing robe of deep crimson silk, embroidered with silver threads that caught the fading sunlight. His fur was pristine, snow-white, but it was the three burning, bright-red tails sweeping gracefully behind him that made the cowering slaves choke on their own breath.
The white fox didn’t even look at the guards. He strode directly toward the coconut shade, his eyes skipping past Caspian’s ready claws and Kulu’s raised spear, stopping dead on Raiden.
With a silent, perfectly measured bow, the messenger reached into his silken sleeve and pulled out a heavy, circular jade medallion.
Carved deeply into the cold green stone was the intricate crest of a fox skull wreathed in ancient thorns.
Raiden’s hand froze.
The charming, apologetic words he was about to say to Hana died instantly in his throat. For a single second, his entire face went completely hollow.
The lazy, elegant mask he wore like a second skin fractured down the middle, revealing a freezing, deadpan look of recognition before he could forcefully snap his features back into a calm smile.
But Hana’s gaze was already locked on his face. Raiden was never quiet. He always had a witty deflection, a dramatic sigh, or a charming remark to take control of the room. Right now, he was as silent as a corpse.
The white fox raised the jade seal, his voice ringing out with a cold, echoing clarity that seemed to drop the temperature of the mid-afternoon air by ten degrees.
"The Crimson Court summons its lost son."
Before Raiden could even open his mouth to speak, a sharp, deafening chime exploded directly inside Hana’s mind.
The neon blue interface of her system window appeared in her vision, the text rendering in a heavy, ancient font she hadn’t seen since she got here.
> [URGENT: REGIONAL EXPANSION MISSION TRIGGERED]
> Objective: Investigate the Crimson Court and determine the validity of the Ancestral Claim. Figure out what your Mate Raiden’s position is and expand your influence there.
> Mission Type: Strategic/Political (Physical combat restricted within Court boundaries).
> Reward: 500,000 Balance Points / High-Tier Blueprint: Advanced Laboratory Sector. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
> Penalty for Refusal/Failure: Irreversible Loss.
Hana’s breath hitched, her pupils dilating as she stared at the screen.
Five hundred thousand points? Her mind spun, immediately running the calculations. Half a million points. The system had never—not once—dangled a number that monstrous in front of her.
To put it in perspective, she had just nearly died, sliced open her own ribs, and performed a high-stakes surgical procedure on a primitive beast just to protect her balance from a penalty.
And the reward for that entire exhausting ordeal? Nothing.
For the system to casually throw half a million points and a high-tier Advanced Laboratory blueprint at her meant the scale of this mission was completely off the charts.
The system didn’t give handouts; the size of a reward was always directly proportional to the sheer, lethal absurdity of the risk involved. If the payout was this massive, then whatever she was walking into wasn’t just a political dinner—it was a high-tier death trap wrapped in silk.
Then, her eyes dropped to the penalty line, and her blood ran completely cold.
Irreversible Loss.
The words burned in a dull, pulsing crimson text. The system was usually meticulous, giving her exact deductions, point threats, or status freezes. But this? This was vague. And because it was vague, it was terrifying.
Hana knew how this administrative AI worked. It didn’t use dramatic phrasing for effect. ’Irreversible Loss’ didn’t mean a deduction she could just earn back later through hard labor or trading.
It meant something was going to be permanently deleted from her ledger. Something invaluable. Her progress? Her unborn child? Her life?
A heavy, knotting weight formed in her chest. Even without the specific data, she knew with absolute certainty that if she ignored these summons or failed the parameters, the system was going to strip away something she could never replace.
The notification screen slowly faded, leaving her staring through the empty air, her dark eyes narrowing into thin, lethal slits.
She slowly shifted her gaze from the glowing blue residue of the text to the trembling, completely silent fox standing beside her. Raiden was still frozen, his jaw tight, his usual silver-pink charm entirely suffocated by the presence of that jade medallion.
The variables had just changed. This wasn’t a minor tribal dispute anymore. Raiden was hiding a massive, high-tier secret, and it had just tied itself directly to her survival.
